June 2011
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Ira has my socks, gosh darn it
Went out, spur of the moment, after Choir and the Art Exhibition, crack on with Thurslburg and James, took Rachael and had some pre-bevvies from school, getton Catholic wine consumption, Angel, open mic, sorted. Played a CLASS game of pool, excellent shot and a half to ME! To the Sage in the morning! My head’s stottin’, great plan like. 13/14 hours trapped in the Sage ahead tomorrow,...
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I'm an absolute mug.
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So frustrated. I don’t know what’s going on any more! You’re all for texting me and having a good chat but something’s gone… you don’t hug me when you see me any more amongst other things. I feel so lost! Someone please sort me out? I am at a loss, what do I do now? I’M SO CONFUSED. FOR FUCK’S SAKE JUST BE HONEST WITH ME OR TELL ME YOU DON’T...
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sitting here laughing at how I used to write blogs...
if you want a good laugh at my life and that, I recommend starting at the beginning and reading forward to modern day, but starting here is pretty quality, I used to be a hoooooooot and actually do things with my life
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Heaven knows I’m miserable now.
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ARGHHH WHAT ARE YOU DOING NO
NO
NO
NO
YOU
I HAVE MOVED ON
NO
GET OUT
I can’t bloody get away can I, following me in October and everything, just fuck off.
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dannnnnnnnn:
Greg Holden - Hell and Back
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WHY DO I CALL MYSELF BEAN IN TEXTS TO PEOPLE WHAT IS THIS
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musicofthe21stcentury:
In My Place by Coldplay
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“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and...”
– Veronica A. Shoffstall (via cuntbutton)
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